Blurb
First in the new Silver Valley series from the New York Times bestselling author of the Reapers Motorcycle Club Novels.
Fourteen months. For fourteen months, Puck Redhouse sat in a cell and kept his mouth shut, protecting the Silver Bastards MC from their enemies. Then he was free and it was time for his reward--full membership in the club, along with a party to celebrate. That's when he saw Becca Jones for the first time and set everything in motion. Before the night ended he'd violated his parole and stolen her away from everything she knew.
Five years. It was five years ago that Puck destroyed Becca and saved her all in one night. She's been terrified of him ever since, but she's even more terrified of the monsters he still protects her from... But Becca refuses to let fear control her. She's living her life and moving forward, until she gets a phone call from the past she can't ignore. She has to go back, and there's only one man she can trust to go with her--the ex-con biker who rescued her once before.
Puck will help her again, but this time it'll be on his terms. No more lies, no more tears, and no more holding back what he really wants...
4 Silver Stars by Natasha Gentile
Just like that I’m hooked. First thing it’s an MC book, and second and
most importantly, Joanna Wylde wrote it. If there is anyone that knows MC romances, it’s her.
That’s when I saw her.
Now, I fuckin’ hate clichés and shit like this only happens in movies…but I swear to fuck, I think I feel for her in that instant. She was small, with long brown hair in one of those knot things on top of her head. Not dressed to show off her figure, either. I could still see she had a tiny waist, though, along with generous tits and the kid of round, healthy curves
you just know will cradle your hips perfectly when you’re pounding her.
He thought he had everything until
the whiskey haze cleared and he comes face to face with Becca, and the danger
that she is in. He also comes face to
face with the fact that he can never have her.
Becca know nothing but growing up
around bikers. Her mother is an old
lady, and her step father, well he is a spineless weasel, a sorry excuse for a
human being. Instead of protecting what
is his, he gives it out, rents it if you must and when it doesn’t suit him he
takes to his fists. Yup he’s a real
winner there. So imagine if you may,
this big biker that wants nothing more than to protect this woman that he met
maybe five minutes ago and you’re kicking the crap out of her. Well, Puck does what he does best, he sticks up and takes her out of the danger,
but he knows he can’t stay with her.
Five years, it’s been five years since
Puck saved Becca from the hell that she was living. She has been scared of him for those five
years, but she has also been secretly in love with him. She tries to live her life, with Puck coming
in and out at different moments during those five years, and well, since he’s a
biker, he also does it with a woman at his side. They are what I like to call fillers. They fill his time, till he finally comes out
and says you are my old lady.
For five years she has tried to
forget that one night that changed everything.
She doesn’t want to be an old lady, she saw it change her mother and
destroy her. She wants no part of it,
except for one word. Puck. She just
can’t see her life without him no matter how much she tries to push him away.
When she finally decides that she
wants one more go with Puck, she has no idea that he has already deemed her his
old lady. She has even been voted in,
except she doesn’t want that. Yes she
wants the orgasms, and she wants him but she doesn’t want the old lady title or
anything to do with the club.
“You’re mine. I fought for you five years ago and then I
let you go. That was your free
pass. Now you’ve invited me back in and
I’m here to stay. I’ll kill for
you. Die for you, too. But I will not fucking let you go, Becca, and
I won’t let you distance yourself, either.
Get that straight.”
So when Becca finds herself in
another heaping pile of trouble, she turns to the one person that has always
been there for her. The only one that
will do anything and everything for her.
This time, though he is doing it on his terms, his way. Will she finally give in and accept her fate
or will she always be fighting the Silver Bastard?
liked to have seen was for Becca to have been a little more assertive, to have had more of a backbone.
Excerpt #1
Ignoring him, I settled back on my stool and surveyed the room. We sat in Becca’s section, and what I saw wasn’t making me happy. I knew she was a good waitress, but she’d just started here and it showed. Not only had she fucked up several orders, she didn’t quite seem to get the rhythm of the bar. That wasn’t my problem, though.
My problem was that despite these fuckups, nobody seemed to mind. I had a nasty suspicion this was due to her perky tits, friendly smile, and tight little ass that seriously just needed a bite taken right out of it.
She really, really needed to get a new job—every man in the place wanted her. Including me. Especially me. I hated them. All of them. I shifted uncomfortably, because just like every time I shared a room with her, my pants had gotten tight.
Torture. Becca was just so fucking fine on every level, and not just her looks. There was something about the way she carried herself . . . I couldn’t put my finger on it. Like she was dancing through life to some song nobody else could hear. Never met another woman like her—she wasn’t just sexy, she was a survivor and I admired that.
She’d grown up so much since the first time I’d met her. Bigger boobs, a nice fullness to her ass that was nowhere close to fat but would be perfect to hold tight while I fucked her. Her lips had plumped, too, and over the years she’d gained a sparkle in her eyes that turned her from pretty to 100 percent spectacular.
Not to mention how she’d tasted.
Nearly blew in my pants when I’d taken that mouth. Just the memory got me hard. Make that harder. Fucking basket case.
When I’d pulled up to find her sitting outside with Collins, a thousand murder scenarios ran through my mind. And yeah, I know I covered that already, but if anything ever deserved empha- sis, this was it. Collins needed to die. I didn’t care how nice he was. After that I’d throw Becca on the back of my bike and make a run for the hills . . .
Okay, so there were a few problems with the plan, the top one being she hated me. Or she should—I’d certainly given her cause. Boonie nudged me.
“Did I mention you’re pathetic? You want her, take her. Other- wise let it go because you’re an embarrassment to all men in general and to the Silver Bastards in particular.”
About the Author:
Joanna Wylde is a New York Times bestselling author and creator of the Reapers Motorcycle Club series. She currently lives in Idaho.
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